#try

I saw that Meryl Streep said, I just want to do my job well. And really, that's all I'm ever trying to do. ↗

— Paul McCartney

#i #job #just #meryl #meryl streep

Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry. With both you are working with reality, a material just as hard as wood. ↗

— Gabriel Garcia Marquez

#carpentry #hard #just #literature #material

The willingness of America's veterans to sacrifice for our country has earned them our lasting gratitude. ↗

— Jeff Miller

#country #earned #gratitude #lasting #our

Canada is the only country in the world that knows how to live without an identity. ↗

— Marshall McLuhan

#country #how #identity #knows #live

The minimum wage now in our country, I think we've set that, so there are a lot of people have benefited from it in our country, but I think we ought to review how much it ought to be, and whether or not we ought to have increases in the minimum wage. ↗

— Linda McMahon

#country #how #i #i think #increases

I try to reach out to my idols. ↗

— Thia Megia

#idols #out #reach #try

When faith and hope fail, as they do sometimes, we must try charity, which is love in action. We must speculate no more on our duty, but simply do it. When we have done it, however blindly, perhaps Heaven will show us why. ↗

— Dinah Maria Mulock

#blindly #charity #done #duty #fail

Our country will, I believe, sooner forgive an officer for attacking an enemy than for letting it alone. ↗

— Horatio Nelson

#attacking #believe #country #enemy #forgive

To instill the values for the culture was and is the responsibility of the leadership, and staff alignment was critical to its success. It started with both board and staff. They realized that they needed to share the same value system that says, “I am the equipper, not the doer.” If not, there were going to be immense roadblocks to effectively mobilizing people for ministry. ↗

— Sue Mallory

#equipping #leaders #leadership #ministry #mobilizing

The strings in her mind grew flatter, calmer. The shapes in the hologrid had changed. She heard the man's words, and yet she didn't; the words were not what was really important. And wasn't that right? Words had never been important, only strings, and the strings had shapes like - but not like -the ones around the man. Only the man had disappeared, too, and that was alright, because she, Miri, Miranda Serena Sharifi, was disappearing, was sliding down a steep long chute and each meter she traveled she became smaller and smaller until she had disappeared and was invisible, a weightless transparent ghost that neither twitched nor stammered, in the corner of a room she had never seen before. ↗

— Nancy Kress

#change